by Celia Aaron
“This is a seventeenth century manuscript that once graced the shelves of the largest monastery still standing in Britain.” He dropped his quill into the ink pot, spun in his chair, and dragged me into his lap. “I think they knew what they were doing.”
He pressed his lips to my neck as thunder rumbled outside. The weekend had arrived cold and wet. Ever since our time in the woods the previous day, Garrett and I hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. I had no doubt the worries about my father were waiting for me on the front porch, ready to pounce once I left the comfortable cocoon of Garrett’s arms. So I staved them off and planned on restarting the survey Monday morning.
“Where’d you go?” He stared into my eyes and cleared a few strands of hair from my forehead.
“Nowhere.” I smiled and kissed him. “Just here with you.”
He slid a hand under my shirt and up my back. Kissing down to my throat, he ran his teeth along my skin and sent goose bumps shooting down my arms.
“Is that your ink hand?” I wriggled against the hand at my back.
“Yep.” He sucked my jugular.
I tried to lean away from his grip, but he held on tighter. After our time in the woods, I learned the quickest way to get close to him was to push away.
He used his other hand to yank my tank top down. His hot mouth pressed against my nipple, and my breath hitched as he rubbed the flat of his tongue along the stiff peak.
“Garrett.” I ran my hands through his hair and gripped the strands as he leaned me back, holding me at his mercy. He sucked and bit my bare nipple before trading up for the one still imprisoned behind the fabric of my top.
Kissing back to my mouth, he murmured, “You taste good enough to eat.”
He claimed my mouth with a roughness that spoke to some inner part of me. One that I had never considered, much less explored. I eased my hand down his shirt and stroked his hard cock through his jeans.
He groaned into my mouth and gripped my hair until I whimpered from the sting. Pain told me the game was starting, and I was eager to play.
“On your knees.” He pushed me to the floor, my knees hitting his rug as he kept a strong hold on my hair. “Do you want my cock?”
I licked my lips and stared up into his stormy eyes. “Please.”
“Fuck.” He dragged me closer until my face hovered above his belt buckle. “Take it out.”
I made quick work of his belt and button fly. When I flipped his boxers down, his cock pointed at my face.
“Suck it.” He pulled me forward and gripped the back of my neck with his free hand.
I opened wide, and slid him as far into my mouth as I could. It wasn’t far enough for him, because he yanked me onto his cock, the tip pressing into the back of my throat. I gagged and sputtered. He pulled out and thrust again. I dug my nails into his thighs and tried to pull away from him. But, as with everything else, if I tried to escape, it only made him tighten his grip.
He forced his cock head into my throat and held me in place as my tears ran and I beat at his thighs. “Fucking take it, Red.”
I needed air. But the only way to get it was to give in to him. I stopped struggling. He pulled my head back and let me take a breath.
I went back in, sucking on his head and taking his shaft deep. He grunted, the sound masculine and sexy. My panties stuck to me, but I wanted to please him more than anything else. I rose up higher on my knees and pressed my elbows along the tops of his thighs as I bobbed on his cock. He guided my strokes, holding my head in place as I rubbed his cock against my tongue.
Wet sounds echoed around the library as he began thrusting, fucking my mouth.
“I’m going to shoot down your throat.”
I’d never taken a man into my throat before, but I wasn’t about to stop. Garrett groaned and grunted, each thrust harder than the last. I took in noisy breaths around his cock, but didn’t stop sucking and licking.
He tensed and yanked me onto his cock again. I couldn’t breathe, but he held me in place as he thrust once more. I closed my eyes and concentrated on him. His hands, his cock, his scent. I wanted it, all of it.
He groaned as his cock thickened in my mouth and his come coated my throat. I pressed my tongue to the bottom of his shaft and swallowed.
“Fuck.” He pushed me off his cock, then shoved me to the floor.
I gasped as he yanked my jeans and panties off. Before I’d gotten my breathing back to normal, his mouth covered my pussy, and I arched my back.
He grabbed my ass and raised me to his face as if he were feasting on a sumptuous meal. I moaned as he devoured me. Every lick, every bite was like a spark against a fuse, each one flirting with an explosion. I yelped when he dug his teeth into my mound and used his tongue to stroke my clit in hard, inexorable passes. My hips met his rhythm. He moved one hand to my pussy, then trailed the wetness to my asshole.
I dug my nails into the rug as he teased me, his finger caressing the ridges. He increased the pressure, and the sparks began to rain down. When he pressed his fingertip inside me, the fuse lit and my orgasm exploded. His name ripped through my lungs as my legs tightened around his head. Each wave of release shook me, and I moaned until my lungs burned. When I finally came back down from the heights he’d shot me to, he lowered my hips to the floor and kissed the spots where his bites would leave marks.
“Holy shit.” My heart thumped roughly in my chest, and I slung my arm over my eyes because everything seemed too bright.
I lay boneless as he dotted soft kisses on each hip and his gentle hands massaged my thighs. He crawled up my body and nudged my arm away to kiss me, giving me a taste of myself. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed another kiss to my lips then rested his forehead against mine.
“Damn, Red.” A smirk crept into his lips, the fine lines next to his eyes crinkling. “You get so aggressive when you’re horny.”
I snorted out a laugh, and he grinned down at me.
A click sounded from the foyer.
“What was—”
“Shh.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Someone’s trying to get in.” He got to his knees and straightened his pants. Snagging my pants and panties, he shoved them into my hands then hurried into the foyer.
I yanked my pants on as the front door handle gave a familiar squeak. I’d made it to my knees when the door swung inward, and a young man walked in.
“Shit, Hart.” Garrett walked out to greet him. “I was about to fucking clock you.”
Hart laughed, his voice a pleasant baritone. “I still technically live here, you know.”
I got to my feet and tried to ease out of Hart’s line of sight.
He turned toward me at the movement.
Fuck.
His bright green eyes narrowed, then widened with recognition. “Sidney? What are you doing here?”
Chapter Twenty
Garrett crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me. “Who’s Sidney, and what the fuck is going on?”
“I can explain.” Can’t I?
Hart stared, his handsome face contorted into a mask of confusion. “How did you get here? Are you still doing that pine beetle study thing? The research?”
“Oh, so you’re a researcher, Sidney?”
There was no way out of this. Both men wanted an explanation, and what was more, they deserved it from me.
I straightened my back and walked into the foyer. “Okay, so you know I’ve been looking for my father.”
“You have?” Hart shook his head, his light brown hair flopping over his ears.
“Yes.” I gave him the frankest look in my arsenal. “Hart, I’m sorry, but when I met you, I lied to you. My name isn’t Sidney, and I’m not doing research on southern pine beetles. My name’s Elise, and I was asking you questions about the woods around here to see if you had seen any trace of my father or anything strange.”
He ran a hand over his clean-shaven jaw. “This is sort of a mind-blown moment.”
; “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t know if I could trust you.” I glanced to Garrett as my cheeks heated. “I didn’t know if your family had anything to do with my dad’s disappearance.”
“Disappearance?” He looked from me to Garrett, then back again. “What are you talking about?”
“Maybe we should all sit down?” I motioned toward the dining room.
“No. Go on.” Garrett’s tone edged on dangerous.
“Okay.” I met his fierce gaze. “I looked up your family. I found Hart was a student at a university just a few hours away. I figured he would be my best bet to ask questions about the property without raising suspicion. So, I pretended to be studying the woodlands for my thesis. Hart was kind enough to answer my questions and talk to me.”
Hart smirked, the look almost as devious as the one his brother often wore, but with a hint of innocence from a perfectly placed dimple. “I talked to you because you were hot, not because I’m kind.”
Garrett thrummed his fingers on his bicep, irritation rolling off him in waves.
I hurried along. “So, I asked him about the woods, if he’d seen any beetle activity or human activity because I, um, I said that beetles were attracted to man-made things like houses, shacks, cars, any of that.”
Garrett drew his brows together. “Hart, you fell for that shit?”
Hart shrugged. “Did you hear the part where I said I would have told her anything she wanted to hear? Look at her.” He scanned me with open interest.
“Stop looking at her like that.” Garrett’s voice held a chill.
“Hart is the reason I knew to search here. He saw my father’s car on your property. That’s why I’m here. I swear, Garrett, that was it. I wasn’t trying to trick him or you, I just didn’t know who to trust.”
He stepped toward me, his arms still crossed. “So you still don’t trust me?”
“No, I do.” I rested my hand on his forearm.
“Then why didn’t you share this information?”
I dropped my eyes to the floor and chewed my lip. “I intended to. I just didn’t, but I should have. I guess I was embarrassed about the lies, so I was holding off for as long as I could.” I caught his eye again. “And there’s one more thing.”
Hart whistled. “Sorry to interrupt, but I still have no clue what’s going on.”
Garrett ignored him and zeroed in on me. “What’s the other thing?”
“I snooped in Lillian’s room” —His jaw tightened even more, so I sped my explanation— “and I found my father’s Braves cap and a memory card with photos on it.”
“Photos of what?” Hart asked.
I shook my head. No way I could explain it all. “Probably better if I just show you.”
Garrett pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your dad’s car has been on the property this whole time, yet you didn’t say a word?”
“I’m sorry.” I clasped my hands together. “I wasn’t sure about you, and I …” What else could I say?
“Well, are you sure now?”
“Yes.” I said it easily, no holding back. “All cards on the table.”
Garrett narrowed his eyes. “No more secrets.”
I nodded as regret settled on me like a fine ash. “I promise. You know everything. I swear. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
He seemed to relax a little, then glanced to Hart. “A beetle researcher? What else have you fallen for while you’ve been away?”
Hart grinned. “Well there was this one chick who said she was on the pill, but—”
“What?” Garrett barked.
I breathed a sigh of relief that he’d turned his ire on Hart instead of me.
Hart laughed. “I’m just dicking with you. Calm down. There’ll be no little Blackwoods running around anytime soon. Promise.” He glanced to me. “Unless there’s something you’ve forgotten to tell me.”
“Such an asshole.” Garrett gave a grudging smile and wrapped his arm around Hart’s neck. Both men were large, Hart’s thicker frame complementing Garrett’s more wiry one. “About time you came home to visit.”
I stepped around them and headed for the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Garrett asked.
“I figured you two wanted some, you know, brother time?” I hesitated on the bottom stair.
Garrett released Hart. “Go in the kitchen. There’s some leftover baked chicken and green beans in the fridge.”
“Are you shitting me? Real food in the house?” He glanced at me. “I’m still not sure who you are, but thanks for cooking.”
I pointed to Garrett. “Actually, he cooked it.”
“Well fuck me running.” Hart bounded down the hallway, the promise of food the only lure he needed.
Garrett walked over to me and cupped the back of my neck. “You think I’d let you get away that easy?”
God, when he said things like that, it was all I could do to not curl my toes. “I-I don’t know.”
He leaned closer, his lips at my ear. “I forgive you, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be punishment.”
A tingle shot up my spine. “Garrett—”
“No way out of it, Red. Not unless you call black.” He released my neck. “Now, let’s go get you reacquainted with my brother. Then I want to see the photos you mentioned. We’ll save the punishment for when he’s out of the house.”
“Okay.” Did I just agree to punishment?
“Go on now.”
I walked past him and yelped when he gave me a firm smack on the ass.
He wrapped his arm around my waist. “Couldn’t resist getting a head start.”
“Let me see your leg.” Hart plopped down next to me on the couch.
“Excuse me?” I gawked at him.
Garrett, Hart, and I had spent the morning getting up to speed on my surveying project and the issues surrounding my father’s disappearance. Hart had taken it well, far better than I could have hoped. Of the two brothers, the younger one was far more easygoing, and I couldn’t see the dominance that Garrett hinted lived beneath Hart’s surface.
Hart patted my knee. “I changed majors to pre-med. Maybe I can help.” He shot me a disarming smile and dropped to his knees. “Let’s see how it’s healing up.”
“All right.” I rolled up the leg of my black lounge pants.
He bent over and ran his fingertips along the scars. “Too bad about the marks, but they’ll fade.”
“I figure they’re going to be permanent.” I shrugged. “Nothing I can do about it. Bonnie brought some cream that I put on them every night. I can’t really tell a difference, but she swears by the stuff.”
“Any muscle damage?” He began kneading my leg, his strong fingers working my flesh as I leaned back against the cushions.
“That feels amazing, and no, I think the tusks went clean through. It feels weird to say this, but I think I got lucky with the injuries. And I know I lucked out with Garrett saving me that night.” I moaned when he reached a particularly knotted spot toward the top of my calf.
“You might not have any lingering muscle damage, but your leg needs a good working over to get it back in shape. Relying on the right leg has weakened the left.”
“Yeah?” I peered down at him, his bright eyes shaded by the hair along his brow.
He tried to run his fingers to my knee, but the rolled pants blocked him. “Do you mind? I can’t get a good idea of what sort of things might help without a look at the whole leg.”
“I, um…” I started to shake my head, but he pressed his fingers along my calf again, the sensation akin to a knotted ball of string unraveling.
“Let me help.” He snagged his fingers in the waist of my pants and tugged. He made an mmm sound and pulled again.
I grabbed his wrists. “I’m not sure if this is—”
“Hart!” Garrett’s voice ricocheted around the living room like a shot as he stormed in. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I yanked my pants back into
place. “He’s pre-med. He was just checking my leg and—”
Garrett strode over, fisted the back of Hart’s polo, and dragged him to his feet. “Pre-med, huh?”
Hart grinned, mischief all over his face. “Pre-law and pre-med are practically the same thing.”
I shot to my feet. “You asshole!” Mortification painted my cheeks pink.
“Oh, come on.” He ducked out of his brother’s grasp. “She owed me one after the beetle crap I fell for. And really, what’s a little perving—nice lace panties by the way—between friends?”
Garrett took a menacing step toward Hart, who backed away and almost tripped over the ottoman.
Garrett’s glower darkened. “She’s my guest. Mine.”
“Sorry, my bad.” Hart’s smile undermined his words.
Garrett lunged for him, and Hart darted around the back of the couch and out into the hall. He winked at me before dashing toward the stairs. Garrett followed, but Hart was already pounding up the steps.
“Fucker!” Garrett called after him.
Hart’s laughter grew fainter until a door upstairs slammed and cut it off entirely.
Garrett stalked back into the living room, his eyes focused on me. I stood my ground, even as he churned toward me like a hurricane on the sea. When he reached me, he took my face in his hands and smashed his lips to mine.
Possession. He lowered me to the couch, his body covering mine as we sank down. I gripped his forearms, digging my nails into his skin as he filled every corner of my being with thoughts of him.
When he released me from his all-consuming kiss, he stared down at me, his eyes darkened with desire.
“You’re mine. You probably think you can just leave here when you’re done with all this.” He pressed his thigh against me, rubbing between my legs. “Maybe find some asshole who closes his eyes as he fucks you so sweetly.”
“I—”
“Not a man like me who takes what he wants.” He slid a hand down to my breast and squeezed until it hurt.
I leaned up to capture his lips, to soothe the beast. But he hovered out of range, his stormy eyes raging.